I Don't Think About Who The Audience

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.

Be Ruthless About Protecting Writing Days, I.e., Do Not Cave In To Endless Requests To Have "essential" And "long Overdue" Meetings On Those Days.

Personally, I'd Have Welcomed A Dementor Attack. A Deadly Struggle For My Soul Would Have Broken The Monotony Nicely.

Bangs And Smoke Were More Often The Marks Of Ineptitude Than Expertise.

The Idea Of Dumbledore's Corpse Frightened Harry Much Less Than The Possibility That He Might Have Misunderstood The Living Dumbledore's Intentions.